Gone that special touch for me
Where are those notes you used to send
I can sense this is the end
Your rosy scent I can breathe
No news for so long, so I seethe
Once you channeled all your life
Now you choose not to be my wife
Must I now capitulate?
Drifting in an inky state
Drenched with tears cold to the bone
Now condemned to walk alone
Please generate some hope for me
List all I could do, you'll see
A single smile, one warm glance
To show I still have a chance
Just what can I say to you?
To show I'll be ever true
And what gift can I render?
Proving my love is truly tender
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